Reflections of my mind as I left them
In the past I buried them
Bibliotec of old books holding me back I tore them apart.
Cold north wind is blowing,
Stars in the sky are shining.
Gray days to my tears
and sadness comes to wander.

In the void of my being
I see stars apear
Like s strange butterflies
Surrounding me
On dissipating pace and bringing back to me
Awakening piece on what is best inside me.

And now I am the best version of me
Alowing only to be me
Accepting on yesterday
Surpassing my pain day after day
Now the best version of me
Allowing only to be me
Accepting yesterday
Surpassing pain day after day